42 posts
  • themoonandthesun 1w

    It went all over the place. �� more like my unorganized insanely crazy brain.

    7 May 2022 @writersnetwork @miraquill #madness #amru_wn_repost

    Thank you for the kind repost team ��

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    Who's gonna tell the lizard,
    that it's immune to gravity?
    If it falls, it'll still walk

    Who's gonna tell the ants,
    that they are stronger than
    my elder brother? A brother
    who squeaks when spiders
    crawl around the house

    Who's gonna tell the frogs
    that they are creepier than
    creepiest cockroach? A
    mortal enemy who jumps
    on its hind legs with slimy
    body and dreadful eyes

    Who's gonna tell my soul
    that it's less sane than what
    outsiders call NORMAL?

    A heart aching in shadows
    unaware of defined happiness,
    in search of melancholic smiles.

    A body aching in light
    unaware of pretentious smiles,
    in search of tender cuddles

    A mind dangling between hell
    and heaven, unaware of its
    INSANITY. Accepting life

    Who's gonna tell my soul
    That it's ok to be less sane?
    They asked me to accept
    my angels and my demons

    But who's gonna tell me
    "So accept madness too"


  • themoonandthesun 2w

    5 May 2022 @miraquill @writersnetwork #thingsyousaid #amru_wn_repost

    @murryben why am I always intrigued by the strangers I see on the bus? I should the named.. The-woman-who-writes-for-people-on-the-bus ��

    Thank you for the repost team ✨❤✨

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    Things you said too quietly

    Journey home was often tedious
    But that day was special

    Loud music banging near my ears
    Wild winds and blaring horns
    Aunties pushing for an empty seat
    Conductor stepping on my feet
    No, it's all a regularity

    You were yet to enter the plot
    With a bag hanging off shoulder
    Phone still plastered to the ear
    Mumbling furious words
    You jostled past my worries

    I turned, moving forward,
    smiling but you kept on mumbling
    That's when I saw your eyes
    Faded shades of gray, cold gray

    Then with humbling stop
    We shared a same seat
    You continued your anger
    And I noticed your tears

    If you were to ask me
    What I heard that day
    My answer would be the same

    I don't remember a thing you said, but
    I do remember the eyes that expressed


  • themoonandthesun 2w

    1 May 2022 @writersnetwork @miraquill #ten

    Thank you for the kind repost team �� you guys are love ❤ #amru_wn_repost

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    Why do we expect seasons to change,
    accommodate our mood swings or
    kiss our tears and steal our worries?

    Why do we expect rain to fill
    the voids in our soul, like it
    helps a cactus bloom in summer?

    Why do we expect an unwrapped box
    of life, with our name on it
    a gift of dreams and perfection?

    Why do we expect fall to cover
    the footsteps of loss, like it
    blankets those green worms of spring ?

    Why do we expect free will amidst
    the anarchy of expectations,
    of judgements and of repercussions?

    Why do we expect rainbows to color
    the darkness in our heart, like it
    paints a rainy sky in autumn?

    Why do we expect maturity with age,
    to be wise with crooked wisdom teeth,
    What if I uproot all my gray hair?

    Why do we expect sunshine to eradicate
    the fog in our mind, like it
    smothers the stagnant water in winter?

    Why do I expect happiness,
    being aware of its unexpectedness
    Why do I gwak at my closed door?

    Why do expectations grow with time,
    never tired or weak from its pursuit of
    squeezing twinkle out of glittering mortals?


  • themoonandthesun 3w

    23 April 2022 #loneliness @writersnetwork @miraquill #amru_wn_repost #amru_pod

    This piece is for all my fellow miraquill writers. Thank you for making me feel less lonely in this crowd. Thank you for being that flicker of light in my bad days and buddle of joy in my best days. Thank you for existing.

    Love- A

    Thank you so much dear fam. ♥
    Thank you for POD ��

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    No, I'm not L O N E L Y

    Stop dictating my feelings
    Don't tell me how lonely
    I am and how droopy my
    eyes have become
    Don't tell me how alone
    I feel and how willowy my
    arms yearn for hugs

    If I were lonely, I wouldn't
    smile this much, knowing
    at times I smile too much
    If I were lonely, I wouldn't
    enjoy my alone time, aware
    at times I enjoy it seldom

    Ask the millennial old tree
    of friendship, lt will write
    you a letter of loneliness
    Ask the merry Nightingale
    of cuddles, it will sing
    you a melody of solitude

    Jogging with the crowd
    Jostling past those unloved
    I see shadows of hope
    Fissures of failing harmony
    Don't preach about loneliness
    Stop dictating my feelings

    Because I acquainted with him,
    The one called L O N E L I N E S S,
    he ached for a friend, holding my tears.
    No longer alone, he's got a friend in me


  • themoonandthesun 4w

    22 April 2022

    #start #amru_high_on_emotions @writersnetwork @miraquill #amru_wn_repost

    No, I'm not high. It's just my weird brain is being weird again. I know this essentially makes no sense but it made a lot more sense in my head.

    Thank you for the repost team ��

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    Perhaps Someday, just not Today

    Someday, somewhere
    A fading lilly would know
    It's sitting on well loved grave
    With it's dying skin and
    Rotting scent, it would know
    It's a token of well mourned grief
    But today, let it wither in ignorance

    Someday, somewhere
    A mended soul would know
    It's not perfect enough
    With it's beautiful patches and
    Reminding scars, it would know
    It's a token of bold dejection
    But today, let it bloom in victory

    Someday, somewhere
    A blooming rose would know
    It's sitting on a well loved bed
    With it's smooth skin and
    Nectarine scent, it would know
    It's a token of well cherished love
    But today, let it mourn departure

    Someday, somewhere
    A broken soul would know
    It's not broken enough
    With it's fissures and
    Resurfacing desire, it would know
    It's a token of forlorn hope
    But today, let it be vulnerable

    Someday, somewhere
    I would be lost with stars
    Sung in tranquility
    Wishing anonymity
    Someday, I would know
    What my heart truly desires
    But today, let me be melancholic

    Perhaps someday, I would know
    how to outrun E X P E C T A T I O N S.
    Just not Today, Perhaps someday


  • themoonandthesun 4w

    18 April 2022 #spiderweb (maybe) #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
    Thank you for reposting wn ��

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    Imperfect Web of Perfectionist Spider

    Left and right, swinging like a suspended spider
    I hang on to the unused hope from lived life
    Forgiving complements complimenting failed tasks
    I hang on to flicker of joy from living imperfect life

  • themoonandthesun 5w

    This made more sense in my head. �� Mai aisa kyun hun?

    #night @writersnetwork @miraquill #amru_wn_repost

    Thank you for the repost ✨❤✨ you guys are lob WN

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    Dawn's Delayed Tardiness : Insomniac Nights.

    They name insomnia terrible, soul wrenching and depressing. Ask the insomniac. They'll tell you what it is like to stare at the endless darkness with flickers of hope.

    It's like awaiting peace in worldly chaos. It's like wishing upon the dead stars that flicker. It's like bathing in moonlight and washing away monotonous life. It's like stumbling in melancholy with poetic revelation of survival. It's like the love of Hades; pure yet stolen, mine yet not.

    Insomnia feels like prolonging the night sky to watch it rise over without dews of Aurora. Insomnia feels like a drunk sailor drowning in shallow water. Insomnia feels like deep slumber of Dawn's delayed tardiness.

    — atonement of insomniac nights


  • themoonandthesun 6w

    I remember sitting here, in the backyard. Thinking..

    I remember sitting here, in the backyard
    Thinking of my future; of my present

    With summer flowers blooming all around
    I declared my life a success. Not a joke!
    Optimism parallel to Aurora of rising sun
    Shooing away darkness and negativity
    Mind riding high in the clouds, with
    Rainbows and dews to swim around

    I loved those souls who were "glass half full"
    In love with the air that filled it till the brim

    Time slipped, so did I ,slipping into reality
    I outgrew childhood like a shedding snake
    A painful mandatory process called life

    I remember sitting here, in the backyard
    Spinning lies and memories; betrayal called future

    With heat waves dehydrating my soul
    Dreams unrealistic, wavering, changing
    Yet, they were mine, weirdly mine alone
    Drowning in rejection, in blinding brightness
    My mind numb and fingers dry, sweatless
    I feel a storm, waiting for fissures; an escape

    I hate those souls who are "glass half full"
    In hate with repentance and apologies of life

  • themoonandthesun 6w

    #words will try something better. @miraquill @writersnetwork #amru_wn_repost

    Words can often be comforting, letting you feel cherished and loved. Like poems written by your beloved, or letters of apology or just silly l love yous.

    But it's those mindless, wordless little actions that tugs your heart, makes your soul sing and hold you tight in ropes of emotions. For me those little wordless I love yous are far better than worded ones.

    Cheers to wordless I love yous ��


    Thank you WN for the repost. You guys are love. ��

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    Withering words cuddled me tight
    Parallel to drowning in an ocean of emotions
    Yet, it was that wordless hug which unshackled my soul

  • themoonandthesun 9w

    Animatedly chatting with my familiar Visitor...

    "When I'm an old woman
    I'll do this, I'll do that
    I'll visit places, I'll stay home
    I'll be this and I'll be that"

    Animatedly chatting with my familiar visitor
    I described vague days of old age and dreams
    Staring back with intimate blue nod, he
    Held my hands in his, kissed my knuckles,
    Warm lips lingered on my forehead, smiling
    Tears dripping from his swollen eyes, onto
    My bald head, like a stream of river joining sea
    Those tears met the wet white patterned pillow

    Taken aback with my frown, he asked, "And?"
    Thinking what I thought before, I answered
    "I'll be by the beach, I'll hold my lover
    I'll watch the sunset, just to watch it rise
    I'll be patient, I'll slow my day's pace"
    Laughing at the unintended pun; "patient"
    I saw his smile; Dimpleless, Hollow, grey
    He uttered, "And? Tell me what you'll do?"

    Animatedly chatting with my familiar visitor
    I buzzed with machines hanging on to my body
    Beeping on life support, eyes closed, body warm
    Stiff muscles, thirsty and exhausted brain freeze
    Holding hands, fingers tangled, with him by me
    I was happy indeed, I was friends with Death!
    He cherished me, I saw it in his eyes
    He loved me, I felt that in his kiss

    Yet, he said, "I'll come by when you are old
    Live my little angel, be happy, watch the sunsets
    Watch the sunrise, don't wait till you get old
    Live like it's your last day, like you are about to meet me"

    I woke up from a daze, or was it just a dream?
    Panting by the bedside, wet cheeks and heart ache
    I begged him to stay. But I'll live, for him, as if
    It's my last day, what if I might see him again?



  • themoonandthesun 11w

    #inspire maybe or maybe not.
    #amru_pod #amru_wn_repost

    @miraquill thank you for making my day better. Love ya �� Thank you for POD ��

    @writersnetwork you guys are love. Thank you for the repost ��

    Thank you fam for making me smile with your wishes and kind words. Thank you for making my day special ��

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    And then what?

    And then what;
    When your head hits the pillow
    Do those memories rewind?
    Or, do they confirm existence?

    After a mundane routine
    Wrinkle free dress
    Vaseline and coconut oil
    I get ready for bed
    Rearranging the pillows
    In a blanket burrito
    I tuck myself in

    Memories, thoughts, dreams
    Conversations, if—nots, tears
    Smiles, hugs, laughter
    Jokes, conspiracies, life
    Not in this order perhaps
    But my soul goes ticking each
    Updating and downloading

    Parallel to my phone getting charged
    In a semiconscious slumber, I ponder!
    Of the upcoming morrow and sunset

    Life may not be exciting, joyful and fragrant
    But I'm alive, and it's a gloriously brave life

  • themoonandthesun 15w

    A Visit to the Kitchen—indeed a rare sight

    Visiting the kitchen
    I found a rare sight
    Not a lizard or a roache
    But clustering oil in a jar

    It's chilly cold,
    Tip of my nose frozen
    So is the sun on my windows.
    Glimmering prism of warmth
    Aurora with dew on her lips
    "Will a kiss taste sweet or burn my insides?"
    Mistress of Dawn kissed Eve's consort

    Dawn always makes me wonder
    Is it a beginning or an end?
    Darkness makes me forget
    That my days are numbered and time's slipping

    I placed the jar near the window sill
    To unfreeze what's frozen
    Not the oil but my life

    It's time to visit more,
    It's time to belong
    It's time to move on.


  • themoonandthesun 16w

    Dreams and nightmares alike
    Scattered like trees in woods
    Forgotten necessity,
    Survival tactics..
    Yet at times a scientist
    accompanies the hunter
    In search for exotic wild flowers
    Just like my cheeks
    That hurts with smiles
    For wet lashes that
    break my soul anew

    I don't remember my dreams
    Yet they leave behind tokens as gifts
    I don't remember nightmares either
    Yet they leave behind assurance that,
    "This was just a dream"

    ~girl who likes to remember

    I never remember my dreams, but what I do remember are the emotions that they left behind. I vividly remember that night when I woke up with heavy heart and strange feeling, a feeling that urged me to cry, to sob. But I don't remember why. I did cry that night. I don't know why. It did make me feel better, feel light and floating. Some mornings I wake up with smiles on my face. I don't know why I was smiling, whom I saw, or what pleasant things were there. Amidst all the chaos, at times these small gifts that your brain gifts you are precious, worth cherishing.

    #strange #dream @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you for WN repost �� you guys are love �� #amru_wn_repost

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    Just another Dream

    Panting and shaking with unshed tears
    Choking on voiceless scream
    Unlike last few nights,
    Tonight, I remember

    Whimpering whispers waiting
    For moonshine to brighten my soul
    Wash away my sorrow in it's cold glow
    But today, universal conspiracy won
    It's a new moon with starless gray

    Unable to move, captivated in dazz
    My hands wander for water
    A task repeated with muscle memory
    But a crash echoes in my silenced room
    Was it my ego or fragile glass shattering?

    Stepping out of my tangled bed
    My body hugs the floor
    Head bangs on the nightstand
    A soft moan escapes my frozen lips
    I'm alive, perhaps I'm awake

    Memory of the nightmare fades
    But my heavy heart lingers on
    Waiting for the voiceless scream
    Panting and shaking with unshed tears


  • themoonandthesun 17w

    #portrait #amru_wn_repost @miraquill

    @writersnetwork thank you team for the repost. You guys are love ��

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    A Portrait of the Lady called Normalcy

    She walks past the mundane road
    Daily, her regular routine

    Camouflaged in usual dress,
    With hair tied up, An extra hair tie
    tucked beneath an old (inherited)
    leather strap watch,
    A simple maroon purse
    Held close to her bosom,
    She walks straight; smiling
    at acquaintances—invisible smiles
    captivated by masks,
    She waved in acknowledgement
    Rushed fast with ticking time

    Neat and clean
    Not flashy or ugly
    She is what they call
    "The Normal"
    Busy with her regular life

    I wonder,
    Does she stay hours contemplating her dress?
    She too had a bad hair day that others ignore?
    Did she ever forget her watch and ran late?
    Ever a creepy crawled on her skin with his eyes?
    Did she count her change before stepping out?
    Ever did Lady Normal scream in frustration?
    Cried her eyes out after a bad breakup?
    Rolled a cigar and puffed up beer?

    I wonder,
    What Normalcy is,
    Is it the way she carries herself
    Or is it manner she presumes she should?


  • themoonandthesun 19w

    Tell me what you think happiness is?

    A laughter that follows after reading memes? Or the blank eyes staring outside into the wilderness? Or is the assurance that you hold onto. A conditioned habit of being "happy". A mundane routine that force you to smile with or without eyes. I think I realized something yesterday, that I've learned to crinkle my eyes when I smile even when I don't mean to. It made me wonder can I be sad and still smile or be happy and not smile?

    Perhaps I forgot what happiness is. May be it's my cynicism questioning, or maybe it's just me trying to define. Or maybe I'm happy and I don't know it.

    #question #wod #temp @writersnetwork @miraquill

    @murryben babes I did some research today, tell me again why I went ahead and got into trouble?

    WN you guys are love ��thank you for the repost ��

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    What is happiness?
    Bubbly feeling of being content, or the calm before sleep? Maybe it's the pretence of those things till you are unsure if it's real or pretence; or maybe not?

    ~cynically obnoxious


  • themoonandthesun 21w

    #moment #wod #amru_wn_repost #amru_pod

    @writersnetwork you guys are love ❤ thank you for the repost ��

    @miraquill thank you so much for making my day shine bright. ✨ You guys would never know how grateful I am. It's not just about the pods and reposts, it's about the love and support y'all gave me. Thank you for making me a better person, a better writer and best spammer. Thank you for being there.

    Loads of love. Muaah! ��

    PS: haa sumi you are lucky for me ��
    @murryben @treble_clef you are love ��

    PPS: Thank you for all the likes and reposts fam ��

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    Today, I saw tears that she never shed

    In comfortable silence
    Flickering her bangles
    I lounged on her lap
    Fingers of her left hand
    Drew patterns, messy, unconscious,
    Mute yet melodic

    Chattering about nothing, everything,
    I talked animatedly
    My glimmering eyes reflected on her glasses
    Same frame that blocked her reality
    Hindered her eyes from mine

    Perhaps it was my laughter
    That reminded her of someone,
    Her lost childhood, or was it her youth?
    She spoke up, urgently, reluctantly
    Unaware and conflicted in feelings

    With thick voice, she whispered
    "I was just like you",
    "After a tedious day, I would be a baby. Just like this, I would talk of nothings, She would touch my forehead, blanketing me in love, protecting me from the world... I love her a lot."
    "Are you not happy?"
    "I am silly, it's just.. "
    "You miss her"

    It was never a question,
    Deep in my soul I was aware,
    I saw her for what she is
    A lost girl amidst strangers
    Lonely soul who craved saving
    For the first time I thought
    Maybe, she too needs assurance
    A someone who would shield her

    Today, in her smile I witnessed longing
    My mum was lost in emotions
    And emerged a callous child
    Jealous, angry, unforgiving at the world,
    For taking away her precious mother

    I saw her bright eyes
    Glowing unshed diamonds of grief
    My mum missed her mum


  • themoonandthesun 22w

    #nightsky @miraquill #amru_wn_repost

    Thank you miraquill for this prompt. Night sky has always been a muse. ��

    You guys �� @writersnetwork thank you so much for the repost �� muaah ��

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    Stars that drowned in the Night Sky

    Synonymous to night sky, I bury expectations,
    suffocate dreams and drown hope in my darkness.
    Yet, they resurface like skeletons of glittering stars,
    that reassure life with bleached moon of poetry.

  • themoonandthesun 23w

    #topography @murryben I miss you ��
    @writersnetwork thank you lovelies (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

    #amru_ki_december_diaries #amru_wn_repost

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    Summer within me kissed December Chills

    With earphones placed,
    strings jiggle with a shake of my head
    It felt rhythm of my heartbeat and woosh of breath
    Seated on bed with a pillow fortress
    Scrambling notes with a play back speed of 2X
    I was living my nightmare —
    Taking down recorded notes

    A static life, devoid of passion
    Pen moved, black ink stained papers
    I saw a shadow, behind the gaps of those
    meaningless words I scripted
    Shadow of my own palm,
    holding the instrument of war,
    One that raged with my consciousness
    A source of light, came from the windowsill
    Next to me blew soothing December winds
    Chilly with orange hue of morning sun
    Painted by humid cloudless canvas blue

    Never did I remember to pause
    The audio lesson or my life for that matter
    But strange things eventually happen
    My blank mind went numb
    Earphones loose, I heard those bleating goats
    And croaking crow and clicking leaves
    Silenced cicadas of night sky
    Music of fluttering butterflies echoed
    I heard the plea of nature

    Enchanted by alluring temptress
    I traced the compound with my mind
    A touch of lingering eyes
    Silent gratitude for being there
    For bringing in peace and tranquility
    In order to live, I turned away from comprehension
    Summer within me kissed December chills


  • themoonandthesun 24w

    #howto #amru_wn_repost #amru_pod

    I tried abstract this time. I know it's weird and complicated but I hope it'll give you hope. I know it's not easy to smile these days but maybe pretence will become real someday. So smile my dears, for me, for your loved ones, for your worthy self.

    @writersnetwork you guys are love. Thank you for always supporting me. Muuaah ��

    @miraquill you guys made my day. You guys made me smile. Thank you so much for POD. I'm grateful. Love ya fam ��

    And thank you'll for always supporting me and giving me reason to smile. Thank you for all the likes, reposts and wishes. ��

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    How to grow Wildflowers called Smiles

    Negating self, I wandered in quest
    One of identity and worth
    Never looking inside my soul
    Once happy, now mourned innocence
    Without a knock, jostled in adulthood
    Those strenuous thoughts
    Followed tedious nights
    Sleepless and dazefilled,
    Dead yet breathing

    Tears were never a choice
    Amidst all the chaos
    Life became a task

    Sensory pain and sensual torture
    White noise and blooming lilies
    Taunted the haunting laughter
    But then I learned to fake
    Dreams, expectations,
    Imaginations, escapes

    //Pretence became a choice,
    A chance at life anew//

    Like righting the broken glass vase
    I pasted a broken smile
    Pretending laughter,
    My intestines giggled
    Vines grew on my ribs
    Creeping into my soul
    Mending broken with fissures
    Roots held tight skin,
    Blooms that escaped from eyes

    A serene peace,
    No interruption
    I smile whole and full
    Pretence became real
    Righting a broken smile
    A wildflower bloomed
    At the creeks of broken lips


  • themoonandthesun 27w

    #love #amru_ec #amru_wn_repost

    Thank you for your kind repost @writersnetwork �� and thank you for EC �� means a lot.

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    And then it rained,
    Washing away the
    Mute silence.

    Yes, it rained
    In all it's glory
    Thunder and
    Lightning followed.
    Cuddling my blanket
    Of unwritten memories;
    Which I gathered
    From forgettable
    Whimperings smothered
    All that's left was an echo

    Hollowing howl of
    Echoing silence

    Oh, it rained
    Washing away what's left
    Puddling around forged splashes

    Never knowing
    Where it rained
    Outside my window
    Or within my soul
    Knocking away in silence

    When it rained,
    It poured